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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A12032) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 6705) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 470:05) The passionate pilgrime. By W. Shakespeare Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. [64] p. Printed [by T. Judson] for W. Iaggard, and are to be sold by W. Leake, at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard, At London : 1599. A pirated miscellany, mostly not by Shakespeare. In verse. Printer's name from STC. Signatures: A-D. The first leaf is blank except for signature-mark "A"; the last leaf is blank. "Sonnets to sundry notes of musicke" has separate dated title page; register is continuous. Leaves A1-D4 are printed on rectos only. In this edition, A5r text begins "Did not"; C5r line 1 has "alacke"; D3r line 1 has "to her will". Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo The passionate pilgrime. By W. Shakespeare. [no entry] 1599 62 3804 2 0 0 0 0 0 5.26 B The rate of 5.26 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-11 Sampled and proofread 2002-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIME . By W. Shakespeare .

AT LONDON Printed for W. Iaggard , and are to be sold by W. Leake , at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard . 1599.

WHen my Loue sweares that she is made of truth , I doe beleeue her ( though I know she lies ) That she might thinke me some vntutor'd youth , Vnskilfull in the worlds false forgeries . Thus vainly thinking that she thinkes me young , Although I know my yeares be past the best : I smiling , credite her false speaking toung , Outfacing faults in Loue , with loues ill rest . But wherefore sayes my Loue that she is young ? And wherefore say not I , that I am old ? O , Loues best habite is a soothing toung , And Age ( in Loue ) loues not to haue yeares told . Therfore I le lye with Loue , and Loue with me , Since that our faults in Loue thus smother'd be . TWo Loues I haue , of Comfort , and Despaire , That like two Spirits , do suggest me still : My better Angell is a Man ( right faire ) My worser spirite a Woman ( colour'd ill . ) To winne me soone to hell , my Female euill Tempteth my better Angell from my side , And would corrupt my Saint to be a Diuell , Wooing his purity with her faire pride . And whether that my Angell be turnde feend , Suspect I may ( yet not directly tell : For being both to me : both , to each friend , I ghesse one Angell in anothers hell : The truth I shall not know , but liue in doubt , Till my bad Angell fire my good one out . DId not the heauenly Rhetorike of thine eie , Gainst whom the world could not hold argument , Perswade my hart to this false periurie : Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment . A woman I forswore : but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse , I forswore not thee : My vow was earthly , thou a heauenly loue , Thy grace being gainde , cures all disgrace in me . My vow was breath , and breath a vapor is , Then thou faire Sun , that on this earth doth shine , Exhale this vapor vow , in thee it is : If broken , then it is no fault of mine . If by me broke , what foole is not so wise To breake an Oath , to win a Paradise ? SWeet Cytherea , sitting by a Brooke , With young Adonis , louely , fresh and greene , Did court the Lad with many a louely looke , Such lookes as none could looke but beauties queen . She told him stories , to delight his eares : She shew'd him fauors , to allure his eie : To win his hart , she toucht him here and there , Touches so soft still conquer chastitie . But whether vnripe yeares did want conceit , Or he refusde to take her figured proffer , The tender nibler would not touch the bait , But smile , and ieast , at euery gentle offer : Then fell she on her backe , faire queen , & toward He rose and ran away , ah foole too froward . IF Loue make me forsworn , how shal I swere to loue ? O , neuer faith could hold , if not to beauty vowed : Though to my selfe forsworn , to thee I le constant proue , those thoghts to me like Okes , to thee like Osiers bowed ▪ Studdy his byas leaues , and makes his booke thine eies , where all those pleasures liue , that Art can comprehend ▪ If knowledge be the marke , to know thee shall suffice : Wel learned is that toung that well can thee commend , All ignorant that soule , that sees thee without wonder , Which is to me some praise , that I thy parts admyre : Thine eye Ioues lightning seems , thy voice his dreadfull thunder which ( not to anger bent ) is musick & sweet fire Celestiall as thou art , O , do not loue that wrong : To sing heauens praise , with such an earthly toung . SCarse had the Sunne dride vp the deawy morne , And scarse the heard gone to the hedge for shade : When Cytherea ( all in Loue forlorne ) A longing tariance for Adonis made Vnder an Osyer growing by a brooke , A brooke , where Adon vsde to coole his spleene : Hot was the day , she hotter that did looke For his approch , that often there had beene . Anon he comes , and throwes his Mantle by , And stood starke naked on the brookes greene brim : The Sunne look't on the world with glorious eie , Yet not so wistly , as this Queene on him : He spying her , bounst in ( whereas he stood ) Oh IOVE ( qouth she ) why was not I a flood ? FAire is my loue , but not so faire as fickle . Milde as a Doue , but neither true nor trustie , Brighter then glasse , and yet as glasse is brittle , Softer then waxe , and yet as Iron rusty : A lilly pale , with damaske die to grace her , None fairer , nor none falser to deface her . Her lips to mine how often hath she ioyned , Betweene each kisse her othes of true loue swearing ▪ How many tales to please me hath she coyned , Dreading my loue , the losse whereof still fearing . Yet in the mids of all her pure protestings , Her faith , her othes , her teares , and all were ieastings . She burnt with loue , as straw with fire flameth , She burnt out loue , as soone as straw out burneth : She framd the loue , and yet she foyld the framing , She bad loue last , and yet she fell a turning . Was this a louer , or a Letcher whether ▪ Bad in the best , though excellent in neither . IF Musicke and sweet Poetrie agree , As they must needs ( the Sister and the brother ) Then must the loue be great twixt thee and me , Because thou lou'st the one , and I the other . Dowland to thee is deere , whose heauenly tuch Vpon the Lute , dooth rauish humane sense : Spenser to me , whose deepe Conceit is such , As passing all conceit , needs no defence . Thou lou'st to heare the sweet melodious sound , That Phoebus Lute ( the Queene of Musicke ) makes : And I in deepe Delight am chiefly drownd , When as himselfe to singing he betakes . One God is God of both ( as Poets faine ) One Knight loues Both , and both in thee remaine . FAire was the morne , when the faire Queene of loue , Paler for sorrow then her milke white Doue , For Adons sake , a youngster proud and wilde , Her stand she takes vpon a steepe vp hill . Anon Adonis comes with horne and hounds , She silly Queene , with more then loues good will , Forbad the boy he should not passe those grounds , Once ( quoth she ) did I see a faire sweet youth Here in these brakes , deepe wounded with a Boare , Deepe in the thigh a spectacle of ruth , See in my thigh ( quoth she ) here was the sore , She shewed hers , he saw more wounds then one , And blushing fled , and left her all alone . SWeet Rose , faire flower , vntimely pluckt , soon vaded , Pluckt in the bud , and vaded in the spring ▪ Bright orient pearle , alacke too timely shaded , Faire creature kilde too soon by Deaths sharpè sting : Like a greene plumbe that hangs vpon a tree : And fals ( through vinde ) before the fall should be . I weepe for thee , and yet no cause I haue , For why : thou lefts me nothing in thy will . And yet thou lefts me more then I did craue , For why : I craued nothing of thee still : O yes ( deare friend I pardon craue of thee , Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me . VEnus with Adonis sitting by her , Vnder a Mirtle shade began to wooe him , She told the youngling how god Mars did trie her , And as he fell to her , she fell to him . Euen thus ( quoth she ) the warlike god embrac't me : And then she clipt Adonis in her armes : Euen thus ( quoth she ) the warlike god vnlac't me , As if the boy should vse like louing charmes : Euen thus ( quoth she ) he seized on my lippes , And with her lips on his did act the seizure : And as she fetched breath , away he skips , And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure . Ah , that I had my Lady at this bay : To kisse and clip me till I run away . Crabbed age and youth cannot liue together , Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care , Youth like summer morne , Age like winter weather , Youth like summer braue , Age like winter bare . Youth is full of sport , Ages breath is short , Youth is nimble , Age is lame Youth is hot and bold , Age is weake and cold , Youth is wild , and Age is tame . Age I doe abhor thee , Youth I doe adore thee , O my loue my loue is young : Age I doe defie thee . Oh sweet Shepheard hie thee : For me thinks thou staies too long . BEauty is but a vaine and doubtfull good , A shining glosse , that vadeth sodainly , A flower that dies , when first it gins to bud , A brittle glasse , that s broken presently . A doubtfull good , a glosse , a glasse , a flower , Lost , vaded , broken , dead within an houre . And as goods lost , are seld or neuer found , As vaded glosse no rubbing will refresh : As flowers dead , he withered on the ground , As broken glasse no symant can redresse . So beauty blemisht once , for euer lost , In spite of phisicke , painting , paine and cost . Good night , good rest , ah neither be my share , She bad good night , that kept my rest away , And daft me to a cabben hangde with care : To descant on the doubts of my decay . Farewell ( quoth she ) and come againe to morrow Fare well I could not , for I supt with sorrow . Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile , In scorne or friendship , nill I conster whether : 'T may be she ioyd to ieast at my exile , 'T may be againe , to make me wander thither . Wander ( a word ) for shadowes like my selfe , As take the paine but cannot plucke the pelfe . Lord how mine eies throw gazes to the East , My hart doth charge the watch , the morning rise Doth scite each mouing scence from idle rest , Not daring trust the office of mine eies . While Philomela sits and sings , I sit and mark , And with her layes were tuned like the larke . For she doth welcome daylight with her ditte , And driues away darke dreaming night : The night so packt , I post vnto my pretty , Hart hath his hope , and eies their wished sight , Sorrow changd to solace , and solace mixt with sorrow ▪ For why , she sight , and bad me come to morrow . Were I with her , the night would post too soone , But now are minutes added to the houres : To spite me now , ech minute seemes an houre , Yet not for me , shine sun to succour flowers . Pack night , peep day , good day of night now borrow Short night to night , and length thy selfe to morrow

SONNETS To sundry notes of Musicke .

AT LONDON Printed for W. Iaggard , and are to be sold by W. Leake , at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard . 1599.

IT was a Lordings daughter , the fairest one of three That liked of her maister , as well as well might be , Till looking on an Englishman , the fairest that eie coul Her fancie fell a turning . Long was the combat doubtfull , that loue with loue did To leaue the maister louelesse , or kill the gallant knight To put in practise either , alas it was a spite Vnto the silly damsell . But one must be refused , more mickle was the paine , That nothing could be vsed , to turne them both to gain For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with di●● Alas she could not helpe it . Thus art with armes contending , was victor of the day Which by a gift of learning , did beare the maid away , Then lullaby the learned man hath got the Lady gay , For now my song is ended .
ON a day ( alacke the day ) Loue whose month was euer May Spied a blossome passing fair , Playing in the wanton ayre , Through the veluet leaues the wind All vnseene gan passage find , That the louer ( sicke to death ) Wisht himselfe the heauens breath , Ayre ( quoth he ) thy cheekes may blowe Ayre , would I might triumph so But ( alas ) my hand hath sworne , Nere to plucke thee from thy throne , Vow ( alacke ) for youth vnmeet , Youth , so apt to pluck a sweet , Thou for whome Ioue would sweare , Iuno but an Ethiope were And deny hymselfe for Ioue Turning mortall for thy Loue .
MY flocks feede not , my Ewes breed not , My Rams speed not , all is amis : Loue is dying , Faithes defying , Harts nenying , causer of this . All my merry Iigges are quite forgot , All my Ladies loue is lost ( god wot ) Where her faith was firmely fixt in loue , There a nay is plac't without remoue . One silly crosse , wrought all my losse , O frowning fortune cursed fickle dame , For now I see , inconstancy , More in wowen then in men remaine . In blacke morne I , all feares scorne I , Loue hath sorlorne me , liuing in thrall : Hart is bleeding , all helpe needing , O cruell speeding , fraughted with gall . My shepheards pipe can sound no deale , My weathers bell rings dolefull knell , My curtaile dogge that wont to haue plaid , Plaies not at all but seemes afraid . With sighes so deepe , procures to weepe , In howling wise , to see my dolefull plight , How sighes resound through hartles ground Like a thousand vanquisht men in blodie fight . Cleare wels spring not , sweete birds sing not , Greene plants bring not forth their die , Heards stands weeping , flocks all sleeping , Nimphes blacke peeping fearefully : All our pleasure knowne to vs poore swaines : All our merrie meetings on the plaines , All our euening sport from vs is fled , All our loue is lost , for loue is dead , Farewell sweet loue thy like nere was , For a sweet content the cause of all my woe , Poore Coridon must liue alone , Other helpe for him I see that there is none .
When as thine eye hath chose the Dame , And stalde the deare that thou shouldst strike , Let reason rule things worthy blame , As well as fancy ( partyall might ) Take counsell of some wiser head , Neither too young , nor yet vnwed . And when thou comst thy tale to tell , Smooth not thy toung with filed talke , Least she some subtill practise smell , A Cripple soone can finde a halt , But plainly say thou loust her well , And set her person forth to sale . What though her frowning browes be bent Her cloudy lookes will calme yer night , And then too late she will repent , That thus dissembled her delight . And twice desire yet it be day , That which with scorne she put away . What though she striue to try her strength , And ban and braule , and say the nay : Her feeble force will yeeld at length , When craft hath taught her thus to say : Had women beene so strong as men In faith you had not had it then . And to her will frame all thy waies , Spare not to spend , and chiefly there , Where thy desart may merit praise By ringiug in thy Ladies eare , The strongest castle , tower and towne , The golden bullet beats it downe . Serue alwaies with assured trust , And in thy sute be humble true , Vnlesse thy Lady proue vniust , Prease neuer thou to chuse a new : When time shall serue , be thou not slacke , To proffer thongh she put thee back . The wiles and guiles that women worke , Dissembled with an outward shew : The tricks and toyes that in them lurke , The Cock that treads them shall not know , Haue you not heard it said full oft , A Womans nay doth stand for nought . Thinke Women still to striue with men , To sinne and neuer for to saint , There is no heauen ( by holy then ) When time with age shall them attaint , Were kisses all the ioyes in bed , One Woman would another wed . But soft enough , too much I feare , Least that my mistresse heare my song ▪ She will not stick to round me on th' are , To teach my toung to be so long : Yet will she blush , here be it said , To heare her secrets so bewraid .
LIue with me and be my Loue , And we will all the pleasures proue That hilles and vallies , dales and fields , And all the craggy mountaines yeeld . There will we sit vpon the Rocks , And see the Shepheards feed their flocks , By shallow Riuers , by whose fals Melodious birds sing Madrigals . There will I make thee a bed of Roses , With a thousand fragrant poses , A cap of flowers , and a Kirtle Imbrodered all with leaues of Mirtle . A belt of straw and Yuye buds , Wi●h Corall Clasps and Amber studs , And if these pleasures may thee moue , Then liue with me , and be my Loue . Loues answere . IF that the World and Loue were young ▪ And truth in euery shepheards toung , These pretty pleasures might me moue , To liue with thee and be thy Loue .
AS it fell vpon a Day , In the merry Month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade , Which a groue of Myrtles made , Beastes did leape , and Birds did sing , Trees did grow , and Plants did spring : Euery thing did banish mone , Saue the Nightingale alone . Shee ( poore Bird ) as all forlorne , Leand her breast vp-till a thorne , And there sung the dolefulst Ditty , That to heare it was great Pitty , Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry Teru , Teru , by and by : That to heare her so complaine , Scarce I could from teares refraine : For her griefes so liuely showne , Made me thinke vpon mine owne . Ah ( thought I ) thou mournst in vaine , None takes pitty on thy paine : Senslesse Trees , they cannot heare thee , Ruthlesse Beares , they will not cheere thee . King Pandion , he is dead : All thy friends are lapt in Lead . All thy fellow Birds doe sing , Carelesse of thy sorrowing . Whilst as fickle Fortune smilde , Thou and I , were both beguild . Euery one that flatters thee , Is no friend in miserie : Words are easie , like the wind , Faithfull friends are hard to find : Euery man will be thy friend , Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend : But if store of Crownes be scant , No man will supply thy want If that one be prodigall , Bountifull they will him call : And with such-like flattering , Pitty but he were a King . If he be addict to vice , Quickly him , they will intice . If to Women hee be bent , They haue at Commaundement . But if Fortune once doe frowne , Then farewell his great renowne : They that fawnd on him before . Vse his company no more . Hee that is thy friend indeede , Hee will helpe thee in thy neede : If thou sorrow , he will weepe : If thou wake , hee cannot sleepe : Thus of euery griefe , in hart Hee , with thee , doeth beare a part . These are certaine signes , to know Faithfull friend , from flatt'ring foe .